12 April 2012
In the afterlife I shall wear Jesus sandals Walk among tall fields of blue roses Wander down fleece covered mountains at dawn Look out over oceans filled only with sand
I'll bathe in jam pie whirlpool tubs Contemplate the appeal of fiction Tell my children France doesn't exist Work on the truth and lean on my diction
I shall bury gold in neighbours gardens Dig up soft shell crabs from grass Dine on them with fine white wine And breathe only cigars
I'll be dressed in jeans and clean white shirts Styled: Dylan - religious phase Grow whiskers out from both my cheeks Loudly proclaim the end of days
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